Chapter 7Blaze
The drive back to the hotel and convention center was taking longer than the drive to the putt-putt course. Or, at least, it seemed that way. The silence in the car was deafening, traffic was heavier, the stereo was off, and neither man had enough interest to hit buttons and find a decent station on satellite radio, too lost were they in their own thoughts.
Hand-in-hand, they’d left the sports bar, and Blaze had secretly flipped off the waitress when she’d appeared horrified at two men showing such affection after walking out of a bathroom together. He’d almost joked to Arik about how the woman had been so worried about their lack of hygiene, but one look at Arik’s face silenced Blaze.
“Nobody is that nice.”
Dear spirits, save him, Blaze prayed, shifting in the driver’s
